recklessly i pried you open, raped your private words

how did i excuse my violation? you watched me 

attach to you—barnacle-like—then, 

you told me that you couldn't love me back

now you improbably walk the streets of L.A.,

march for immigrants' rights, attend videogame conventions

is your soul haunting me through these men?

did one of your speed-racer tricks finally end your drifting life?

once read, i broke our grip

these men who look like you—bodies i will never cling to,